The System Forces Me to Show off My Wealth [Book Two]

Chapter 290 Betting

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo with a smile on his face and an elegant and respectful demeanor.

Look personable.

Although there are signs of age on the face, it is still very attractive.

Qiu Shui took a deep look at him, "Can my bodyguard follow in?"

The man smiled and said, "Of course no problem."

Qiu Shui directly passed him and walked in with a group of bodyguards.

The middle-aged man closed the door of the room himself at the back, then turned around, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

He glanced sharply at the black bodyguards.

He spat out a word coldly, "Go back to your place."

Those black bodyguards looked terrified, and instantly returned to their positions and stood still.

Qiu Shui walked into the room and found two rows of men in black standing on either side of the door of the room.

The man in black immediately blocked the door behind them after they entered.

The room is huge.

At least seventy or eighty square meters.

The decoration style of the room is completely opposite to the gorgeous style of the western palace outside.

The style of the room is quite brief.

It is composed of white and very gray tones.

There are no luxurious crystal chandeliers, and no colorful and rich decorations.

In the middle there is only a large dark gray rectangular table.

There are three people sitting around the table.

Sitting at the top was a strong foreign man with a shaved head and a black beard around his mouth.

On the armrests on both sides of the strong man's chair, sat two beauties with enchanting figures and blond hair and blue eyes as if their bodies were boneless.

Two blond beauties, one held a grape and handed it to the strong man's mouth, while the other gently pinched the strong man's shoulder with both hands.

On the left side of the table, sat a middle-aged man from Huaguo who looked about fifty years old.

One of the middle-aged man's eyes was swollen like a steamed bun.

At the corner of the eye, there was a two to three centimeter wound that seemed to have just healed.

The clothes on his body were very messy, and he looked as if he had been violently run away.

His hands were tied with a rope, when he saw Qiu Shui. Grinning at Qiushui, wanting to smile.

As a result, he pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth and gasped in pain.

On the right, sitting is the person Qiu Shui needs to save this time, He Bing.

The corners of He Bing's mouth were bruised, and his clothes were fairly neat. The hands are also tied with rope.

But it looks much better than the middle-aged man opposite.

Behind the two stood a man in black.

"Young Master Qiu."

Seeing Qiu Shui approaching, He Bing immediately wanted to stand up, but was pushed back by the man in black behind him.